Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
More than lovely, more than seaside shade,
Symbolizing strength, endurance, tempting fate,
Clinging for her life through gales and swales,
Yet ever twisting upward, winding straight.
She’s home to flora and fauna of the isles,
Her gaily painted fruits and leaves grow wild,
She shelters wiped-out surfers for awhile,
Her sinews, often, perches for a child.
Uncultivated beauty, I’m amazed,
I wonder what she’s seen, what tales she’d tell,
Of secret lovers watching sunset scapes,
Or storms that wreak across her inlet: Hell!
Kilmer wrote of “Trees” in olden days,
This fool in awe; God’s grandeur on display.
WordPress Photo Challenge: Twisted
Wow !!!
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